It kept drawing me in...this scarlet...liquid...it had filled up around me. I lay in a bed of scarlet liquid, it seeping into my clothes, my mouth, every part of my body, dying it scarlet. I felt more or less alive...this scarlet, my scarlet, washes my pain away, as if it were morphine. The scarlet liquid was like a blanket being tucked over a child so they would feel safe, like the feeling of a warming hug, like it was a loving embrace by a loved one. The scarlet liquid that surrounded me was the only thing that helped me through the day. I had nothing else left to hold me back but the scarlet liquid I drew from my pale canvass. With every passing moment of which it had surrounded me, it had become the better part of me. Once I lifted myself from the scarlet liquid, it was like my body had lost all weight, and my life were less of a problem. This would all be temporary, as since the new orange horizon brought a new blight into my life.